Pieces, revisted

Broken shells
Shattered glass
Sand on the beach…

What was lost
is never found.

Leave it
for the birds,
and fly away.

I am sorry
I loved you
Too much to say

Nowhere to go,
And Oblivion is near,
and it is not
in your warm embrace.

I loved you.


Where is the dustpan?

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